"I miss you," Betty blurted out. "I miss having you telling me what to do. Please give me an order."Sarah was quiet for a minute, considering what to ...have Betty do. Then she said, "I need to think about this for a little while. Do you have some time for yourself, right now?" Yes," Betty whimpered with a catch in her voice."OK, while I'm thinking, you masturbate. I don't want you to stop until I call you back, even if you cum twenty times. Got it?" Yes, Sarah," Betty replied with a relieved tone. I took her little gun from her and tossed it over my shoulder, smiled at her as best I could and asked how badly she was hurt."Twisted my bleeding ankle," she said, sucking in air. She had tied her hair back like mine, but her queue was a good bit longer and the color of cream; a white gold is what it was."Sit," I said."Leave me alone," she said. "I'm not afraid of you." You should be," I said. "Running around dressed like that can get you killed in these parts." Her rounded hips and long legs. It's very nature meaning that, for the moment, it had to stay at her parents' house.Troy could not believe his hands actually trembled as he slid the mirrored door of the built in wardrobe back. The door sliding back in a near silent whisper.Like her drawers, the wardrobe was mostly empty, a few plain dresses and some clothes that no longer fitted. One item stood out, encased in clear protective wrapping. A bright white silk and lace wedding dress.Just looking at it made him hard. He had seen. “After my mom figures up the damage here—it will be paid for from the athletic fund. I don't want to hear the first complaint, for the rest of this season, if we run out of gatorade, or war paint, or tape, or anything else. Am I clear “? A loud resounding 'yes sir' echoed from the diner. “These b o y s are our GUESTS. We challenged them---we invited them to Tyler---we invited them to come play football---we invited them to this diner, regardless of who won or lost. Now---I only want to know one.